All language subtitles for The Twilight Zone - S01E19 - The Purple Testament.eng

[EERIE MUSIC]

NARRATOR: There is a fifth dimension

beyond that which is known to man.

It is a dimension as vast as space

and as timeless as infinity.

It is the middle ground
between light and shadow

between science and superstition

and it lies between the pit
of man's fears

and the summit of his knowledge.

This is the dimension of imagination

it is an area which we
call the Twilight Zone.

[EXPLOSION]

[GUNFIRE AND BOMBS]

[MACHINE GUN FIRING]

Keep those trucks coming!

Close it up!

I said close it up!

NARRATOR: Infantry Platoon,
US Army, Philippine Islands, 1945.

These are the faces
of the young men who fight.

As if some omniscient painter
had mixed a tube of oils

that were at one time
earth-brown, dust-gray

blood-red, beard-black,
and fear, yellow-white.

And these men were the models.

For this is the province of combat

and these are the faces of war.

Evening, Captain.

Ain't it a crummy night?

Rough?

We've got the bridge,
whatever they want it for.

Here you go.

Japs have got naval guns stuck
in the ground. They're zeroed in.

That bridge gets it every three minutes.

[EXPLOSION]

If the general wants to know
where the Jap fleet is

it's dug in on the road to Manila.

Sergeant,

who'd we lose?

Lots of wounded.

Maybe ten, twelve.

Four dead. [SUSPENSE MUSIC]

Hibbard, Horton, Morgan and Levy.

All right, Sergeant, bed them down.

Check with the mess.

Make sure they got hot coffee and a meal.

If they're not hungry, eat anyway.

Yes, sir.

"A" Company, First Platoon, chow down!

Fitz,

sir?

Look, I have got me a bottle
of Philippine tupa in my tent.

Now it's not exactly bottled in bond

but you'd be surprised what
it does to a man's outlook.

Come on.

Cheers.

[ARTILLERY WHISTLING OVERHEAD]

[EXPLOSION]

Bad day, huh, Fitz?

A lot of wounded, four dead.

All in two and a half hours.

12 wounded, four dead.

Anything special about the four?

Anything special?

What do you mean?

Well, Fitz, we've lost four men before.

We've lost eight and ten.

You seem to be taking this
a little harder than usual.

I just wondered if there was something

special.

These four men were all under 21.

Does it have to be
more special than that?

No, but this has gotten to you, Fitz.

More than I've ever seen.

I'd just like to know why.

You're a perceptive man, Phil.

It's the mark of a good
officer, isn't it?

To ward off trouble by anticipating.

Are you gonna give me a hard time?

I don't think so, Fitz.

You're a good officer.

You got guts and brains.

But something has gotten to you.

I told you, I'd like to know what it is.

Would you?

Hibbard, Horton, Morgan, Levy.

Killed in action,
Luzon, P.I., 13 January 1945.

So?

So you want to know

what's gotten into me, Phil,

I wrote those names down yesterday.

I wrote them down before we went up.

Why did you write down the names, Fitz?

Well, we had a weapons check

and I looked into their faces

and those four men

[ARTILLERY WHISTLING OVERHEAD]

[EXPLOSION]

Feel better?

I looked into forty four
faces yesterday morning

and when I got to those four,
there was something special

a light or something.

I can't describe it to you.

There isn't any description.

I looked into their faces and I knew.

I knew this was their last day.

I knew they were going to get it.

I knew, and there

there wasn't any doubt about it.

Well, that's, uh,

that's funny. That's real funny.

I haven't slept much.

I keep wondering

is this the way it's going to be?

If every time I stand
in front of a platoon

am I going to be able
to look down the line

and know which ones aren't coming back?

Fitz, when did you write
these names down?

You're sure it was yesterday?

You're sure it wasn't today
on the way back in the truck?

Yesterday.

Yesterday morning, I swear to you.

I wrote those names down yesterday.

Well?

MAN: I can't tell, Captain.

The stuff you've given me
is inconclusive.

I looked up his records.
He's never been wounded.

Looks like a pretty steady customer,

no evidence of battle
fatigue or anything.

Why he should suddenly get
this weird idea is hard to say

but we better run some checks.

He believes it. You hear him tell it

you almost believe it yourself.

I'd appreciate you taking a look at him.

He's a good man.

He's one of the best officers we've got.

I'll do what I can, Captain.

He's here now, you know.

No, I didn't know.

He's in the ward visiting

one of the boys from his platoon.

I'm fine, Lieutenant.
How's the rest of the boys?

Oh, they're all fine.

Porky got a piece
of shrapnel on his finger

you know porky, that's about
as bad as he ever got.

[COUGHS] He's a lucky kid.

That he is.

And you're not doing too bad.

You get that all patched up
and you'll be going home.

That's not so hard to take, is it?

No, sir.

It sure isn't.

No, no. Thank you, sir.

Could you lay it down over there, lease?

I won't be needing it for a while.

Uh, listen, Smitty, I got some
stuff to do so I'll see you tomorrow.

You take it easy, you hear?

Yes, sir.

Uh, anything you need...
You got stuff to read?

All I need.

Okay, you take care, Smitty.

Thanks for coming, Lieutenant.

Good-bye.

Good-bye, Smitty.

[SUSPENSE MUSIC]

You okay, Lieutenant?

Yeah. I...

Yeah, I'm okay.

He's dead.

Just like that.

They go awful quick sometimes.

Awful quick.

Fitz?

I was up seeing Smitty.

Yeah, I know. I read his tag.

Doc said he's going to be okay.

No, he isn't.

I took a look at his face.

I took a look at his face, and I knew.

And a minute later, he's gone.

Same thing?

Same thing.

The look.

The funny... the funny
light or whatever it is.

And I knew, and I knew.

Fitz, I can't explain this, but...

I don't want you to explain it.

How can you explain it?

How can anybody explain it?

I just want you to believe it,
Captain. That's all I want from you.

I want you to believe it.

PARAMEDIC: Bed five, sir. Smith.
He just died.

I'll have a look at him.

For what?

FITZ: There's nothing
to look at but a body.

He's dead.

And I knew he was going to die

'cause I read it on his face.

Go on back, Corporal. I'll be right in.

So you knew, Lieutenant?

You bet I did.

I tabbed four men the other day.

That's odd, don't you think?

FITZ: Odd? That's not odd, Captain.

Odd when is you go 30 days on the line

and you don't lose a man.

That's odd!

Odd is when you walk 25 miles
and you don't get a blister.

Now you're talking odd!

This isn't odd, Captain.

This is nightmare.

This is a lousy, dog-faced, lying officer

who can see death on people's faces.

DOCTOR: You're a dog-faced, lying officer

who's cracking under the
strain from having done too much

and felt too much. Finally
having to succumb to it!

I'm five for five, Captain.

How many coincidences add up to a fact?

How many men do I have to tab

as the least likely to succeed?

How many more faces
do I have to look into?!

What I want to know

is what does it take
to make you guys realize

that somewhere along the line

I picked up a talent
they don't teach at OCS.

One thing you might do

while you're waiting and scratching

you might put tape over
my eyes or poke them out

or do something where
I won't be able to see

so I won't have to
look at any more faces!

Now we spearhead the attack
moving across at the point

followed by Baker
and Charlie and Company.

Now, at this point to the east,

some Filipino guerrillas will
be crossing the river by boat.

Now their job will be to
knock out any and all Jap guns

in that side of the river. So that we
should be able to move across the bridge

against only small arms fire.

We've got about 22 minutes
before we load up the trucks.

Give your platoons a good briefing.

Make sure that each man has a
belt, five grenades, six ammo clips,

and no backpacks.

All right. That's it. Good luck.

Captain,

you still want my platoon
to take the point?

I don't know yet, Fitz.

I think that probably...

[SUSPENSE MUSIC]

What's the matter, Fitz?

Are you well enough to take the platoon?

Now, Gunther thinks you'd be better off

with three weeks back
at Division. I agree with him.

This thing will take a few
hours but it will be messy.

Captain, you better not go.

Why, Fitz?

[SUSPENSE MUSIC]

Yeah.

It's on your face too.

If you go, you won't be coming back.

Fitz, get your platoons set.

You've only got about 15 minutes left.

Please...

I'll tell you what we'll do!

We'll talk about it when we
get back. We'll have a drink to it.

We'll drink to an illusion,
to a couple of coincidences.

Now that's it, Fitz!
I'll see you at the trucks!

Captain, you won't be
drinking to anything.

'Cause you're not coming back!

[SUSPENSE MUSIC]

[WALLA]

[FARAWAY EXPLOSIONS]

Lieutenant?

What about it?

Everybody says you can tell.

Everybody says you know
who's going to get it

and who isn't.

Well, how about it,
Lieutenant? Give us a break, huh?

Come on, Lieutenant.

It ain't fair... you knowing!

Knock it off, Freeman.

CAPTAIN: All right, Sergeant.

Now look, somebody started this wild gag

and somebody will get burned for it.

There's nobody in this company

who's a mind-reader.

Including Lieutenant Fitzgerald.

CAPTAIN: All right, Lieutenant?

Yeah. That's right, sir.

All right, Sergeant, let's go.

Yes, sir. Let's go!

SERGEANT: Okay, load 'em up.

Let's go!

In the trucks!

In the trucks, everybody!

[EXPLOSIONS]

Close it up!

All right, close it up!

Okay, First Platoon, fall in.

Forget about extra details.
Let's do it the same.

Yes, sir.

Come on, hurry it up.

Fall in. Roll call.

Verall.

VERALL: Here.

Ashbar.

ASHBAR: Here.

[ROLL CALL CONTINUES]

COMMANDER: Fitz.

Just thought I'd drop around
and congratulate you boys

on the good job you did.

Thank you, sir.

The odds fell on our side.

Must be all those
right-handy job on those guns

and you fellows walked right across.

Right across.

That's fortunate.

The Air Force must have picked off

at least six or seven of those 25s.

Of course those guns were operating.

That might have been the longest bridge

you've ever been on, or the shortest.

Sniper fire, that's all you had?

Yes, sir, sniper fire.

Mm-hmm.

We lost one man.

Oh, that's a pity.

He was a good man.

You were good friends,
weren't you, Fitzgerald?

So much for Mrs. Riker's lovely wedding.

Seven happy years.

Two fine sons.

Man, war stinks.

SERGEANT: Lieutenant?

Captain Gunther wants to see you.

Lieutenant, you are
to report back to Division.

Back to Division?

Yeah. They want to look you over.

It'll be a nice couple
weeks rest for you.

Take your gear with you.

Okay.

Thank you, Captain.

[SUSPENSE MUSIC]

SOLDIER: Lieutenant Fitzgerald?

The jeep's ready to take
you back to Division, sir

any time you're ready.

Lieutenant Fitzgerald?

What?

This your bag, sir?

Yes, that's my bag.

May I put it in the jeep for you, sir?

Thank you very much.

Well, sir, we're ready

any time you are.

[SUSPENSE MUSIC]

Well, it's a little bouncy, sir

but it sure beats walking.

You're going back to Division?

Yeah.

Further back I get, the better I like it.

You're taking the convenient road?

Yeah. There's a bridge
up there on the highway.

The engineers think they've
spotted some mines up the road

they haven't dug them up yet

so stay close to the shoulders.

I want you to take good care

of the lieutenant here.

Sergeant, I'm the most careful driver

in the United States Army.

If I can lift this here jeep
and walk tippytoe carrying it

believe me, brother, I'd do it.

Lieutenant, you may as
well get comfortable.

I guess we got about a four-hour ride

ahead of us.

Do we?

I doubt it.

[SUSPENSE MUSIC]

[SOFT HARMONICA PLAYING]

You play that pretty good.

One hand.

[LOUD EXPLOSION IN DISTANCE]

Did you hear that?

Thunder?

I don't think so.

It sounded more like an explosion.

[SUSPENSE MUSIC]

Maybe it was thunder. Yeah.

That's what it was... probably thunder.

[PLAYS HARMONICA]

NARRATOR: From William
Shakespeare, Richard the Third,

a small excerpt, the line reads,

"He has come to open the purple testament

of bleeding war."

And for Lieutenant William Fitzgerald...

"A" Company, First Platoon,
the testament is closed.

Lieutenant Fitzgerald
has found the Twilight Zone.

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